Demon Raiders

She saw him as he dug the blades into the hull of the Rassilon. He wanted to stick onto her like a bad habit? Fine by her. She turned the front of the Rassilon towards the direction she came from, then punched it. Whipping up a good amount of dust behind her, the Rassilon shot away with considerable speed, away from the spire and Ashura's territory. "You wanna play? Let's play."

"I got plenty of energy to go by, we'll be hundreds of miles by the time I run out. You think you can hold out that long, and granted that if you do, think you'll have the energy to fight me, or even make your way back on an empty tank?" Over her dead body he'd rob her. She'd rather drive the both of them into a rock at this speed than to let him just take her gathered supplies.

"And you're not getting any of my stuff either. So either you let go and go back while you can, or you can face your fate in a couple hours." She wasn't gonna just hand him stuff. Just because he said he wouldn't didn't mean he was telling the truth. The only thing in the Demon world you could rely on was yourself. Trust was a joke. Friends were overrated. Allies were just potential enemies.

She kept the speed up. "Why? So you can try to rob me again? Why the blazes would I let you?!" She pulled out one of the guns and pressed it against the glass. She knew the glass was bullet proof, but he didn't. Bluffs were great. "Give me a reason not to spill your brain over the plains."

she knew he had nothing at this point. Driving him to his death would be useless to her and maybe she would get some intel on Fains. Slowly she decreased her speed until they came to a full stop. the spire was 2 miles behind them now, the gun still aimed at him. "Then why the persistence of digging into my Rassilon?"

Once he realized they stopped he sat up slowly, putting his Tantos away. "I...I wanted to get away from them. They were watching me during the robbery attempt so I had to maintain an illusion of me trying to steal from you." He then slid off her vehicle and fell to the ground his legs buckling underneath him.

The cockpit opened and Lynn came out with 2 guns pointed at him. "Why should I buy that. You're with a clan, you stay with one. They're your family, your everything. Loners barely survive out here on their own, you should know that." He blew the road, he damaged her Rassilon. Why should she buy anything he has to say.

"They were my adoptive clan....until the elders died and one of my siblings took over, He hates my guts and just uses me. I...don't even know my real clan, or my past at all." He then looked up at her as he sat up slowly. His expression no longer showing fear anymore. "We...used to raid ruins, but when he took over it became just robbing anyone who comes by." He then looked away. "Do what you will. You probably don't believe me."

"Off course I don't. You expect me to belief a woe is me story just off the bat, 'cause you say it?" She stayed on the side of the Rassilon, looking down for a split second to inspect the damage he'd done. Just outer hull damage, nothing too serious. Though the blades might've done some interior damage, she'd have to inspect that later.

She gave a bit of a smile, then punched him in the gut, and in no way holding back. "You can consider that payment." She then hopped back into the Rassilon and looked at him. "You really, honor of your family, whoever they are, tried getting away?"

She looked at him. Yeah, she punched good enough. "Come on. Hop in." Rassilon Scouts were designed for 2 pilots. One usually running scans and communication while the other pilots and wields front weaponry. She could use a copilot, and he could use a way to get the hell away.

"Hey, if you do anything, we'll both die. I'm the pilot, so you rely on me." In truth she'd been hoping to find someone as an ally for ages. Someone to talk to, have fun with. Hell, even an argument every now and then was worth its time in gold. She took both her guns, opening the cylinders and taking out the spent shells, tossing them out of the Rassilon, then replaced them with 2 new ones. She had 57 bullets total now. Not the best amount, but survivable.

The cockpit closed and all controls around Ashura lit up, the Rassilon acknowledging a second person on board. "Lynn." She'd explain how everything worked and what to do from his seat when they had put a good distance between them and that clan. A good start would be the center of the Demon World. Rumor had it there was a Castle there, so might as well check it out. "Don't touch 'nything, you'll get explanations on it soon enough. Just sit back and take a nap. If you can." With that, she steered the Rassilon to the right by 100 degrees, then punched it.

She nodded silently. She could already see this unfold in her biggest mistake ever, resulting in her death, or worse. But she needed someone with her, else she'd go nuts. The main reason people didn't last too long out in the open wasn't lack of supplies or the sort, though it was the more deadly reason. It was because of the fact people would go crazy. And she was not a fan of that. Maybe she should tell him he was number 7. Or not, given the fact she burned through partners 6 times already. Best not to tell him.